The world spins, and dulls, not to a halt, but to a transcendent, or diminishing vanishing. Such is the outlook on a thing when under the bottle, and/or under the contemplation of higher things. This thread was going to be, could have been, a different thing. Yet such is the nature of transcendence. Man I'm gettin' -blam!-ed up... Makas, maca, cranberry vodka, give me a cup of ice... I don't even. Give me videogames, give me work, give me a signifcant other, give me death. Or give me truth, love, and then transcendence. Give me nothing. I will take nothing. I will be.